Blogging......unplugged

Going to run this post without any notes. Are you a little scared? Did you just release your bowels a little bit? No? Well I guess this blog is more important to me than it is to you.

Had another weekend up at the Brant Lake Sanitarium. The rowing up there is so awesome. Unfourtunatly, my diet gets shot to shit every time I go up there and I start back at square Zero when I get back weight wise. Thus I may have to stop those trips because they do just as much harm as good. There are some good Clarkey-o-graphs in the link from that weekend. It rained the whole time, but I'm usually not up there for the weather. The good news about that is it keeps the powerboats off the water and leaves it for the psychos to romp on. So I need to get back under my hat, so to speak, and row better and not worry so much about whether I enjoy my days. Life is not as easy as it used to be and I need to heed my own advice about performance. Get back to following my own values instead of just creating them. Thank you doctor, that'll be all for this week. (I'll be damned if I don't sound like a fat John Basedow)

The summer is ending soon. Isn't it funny how the summer is determined by the facist U.S school system? Summer is definitly not over till the end of september, but just because a majority of people have to go back to school in a few days, the summer is "over" to just about everyone. Crock of horse doo-doo if you ask me. Therefore, join me in a revolution of not considering summer over untill the First day of fall, which is on September 23rd.

So they put a starbucks in my grocery store. Normally I would be excited for such a development that allows me to keep my caffiene levels abnormally high in abnormal situations. However, I question the need for one, and apparently, so does the public. Who needs coffee in the 20 mins they spend at the grocery store? Apparently I am not alone since I have never seen anyone at the coffee stand. I think maybe they should advertise outside of the store that there is a full service starbucks inside the store. Anyway, I just feel sorry for the people who work there that are bound to be fired soon unless they attract more customers. Oh well, anyone with the job title of "barista" deserves to have some drama in their life as to employment. Plus, they didn't hire me when I applied for a job in college, so they can go straight to hell with a burning hot coffee enemas for all I care.

This post written while listening to: Boy Kill Boy "Civilian"

It's not a boat, it's a nylon covered WMD

Lets start off by saying that I originally wrote this whole thing on Monday. I put the finishing touches on it, was doing a little editing and adding some fantabulous photos; when the power went out. Of course I didn't save it as a draft but who would know that my 25 year fued with Thomas Edison would bite me in the fantabulous tooshey on that day. Anyway, I'll try to re-create as best I can but, no guarantees.

So I finally got my single up to the family lake-house after 2 years of procrastination. I knew when I first started rowing that the lake would be the perfect place to row. It has everything a rower dreams of: protection from wind, fresh water, 6 miles of water, very few powerboats. Its the sort of place I would like to live with a big scary black man to tell me I sucked and was weak with a some rusty weights and a boat and 400 cans of Tuna and carve myself out of stone. But, I don't know any black people and I hate tuna. In any case, I loaded my suspicious looking boat on top of my car, took out a loan to fill the tank with gas, put my turban on, and pointed her north.

The trip was all I knew it would be, and if you are a rower reading this, I plan on going up there every weekend I can for a little while. Give me a buzz and I'll cart you up for 20 bucks worth of gas money. The house is on the other end of the lake in this photo. I highly suggest that you go on long trips by yourself in a car if you have the means. Its a great way to clear your head. I find myself often reverting to thinking about the unanswerables. Questions like "If I lived in X, would my life be better?" "If I had different parents, how different would I be?" "What is the meaning of life?" "Could I survive in the wilderness if I had to?" "How strange would it be to have kids?" All of those things that have no answers, just random head ramblings that create more questions and even fewer answers. I try to stay away from these thoughts because they make me sleepy and distract me making a mental "top 50 best candy" list in my head.

I hate it when people ask: "Whats the most embarassing thing thats ever happened to you?" I answer that with "When I discussed all the asanine stories that I never want to relive again to people I barely know who will use it to make judgements against me and still doesn't make me feel any better about what happened"

Is there anything more disarming then a naked person? Can you imagine a situation in which you would have no idea what to say or do for about 25 seconds? When I rob a bank and need a place to hide out, I'm going to hi-jack a house naked because that would give me the time to ju-jitsu chop the homeowner and tie him up in the closet.

I think its great that Jason Giambi is growing a dirty little mustache. I can see no negatives to this development. If there is anyone on that team that needs one, its the Giambino. They only thing that could make it better is if the dugout camera spots him and Sal Fasano eating pizza in the dugout, wearing their hats backwards, and giving wedgies to Melky Cabrera.

If you are taking long drives and you start to feel sleepy, I have a solution for you. I call it the "Stay Awake Shake". This entails shaking your head back and forth horizontally in small arcs as fast as you can for about 20-30 seconds. Think of shaking your head to signifify the "no" response. The small arcs allow you to keep your eyes on the road, and will rattle your brain enough to get you to the next rest stop for red bulls and 50 jumping jacks.

On this weekend's trip, I saw an Alaska license plate. I wish I still had my travel book from when I was 10, that sucker would have been worth like 50 points.

This Post written while listening to: Depeche Mode "Music for the Masses"

Look under the rock; thats where I am.

Ah yes, the not-so graceful return. Truthfully, I've been hiding ever since the Floyd Landis debacle blew up in my face. Oh well, I'm not that ashamed. How was I supposed to know right? Apparently, Floyd didn't even know. Thus, the world of cycling rears its ugly head again, and hits me when I am down. I gotta admit, I'm surprised that it happened in the way it happened and that it was for testosterone. All this strangeness keeps my eye on it. I've been the first one to believe Lance Armstrong doping rumors and I can't make an exception for Floyd. In sports these days, doping works on the where there is smoke there is fire principle.

Enough about the cruel loss of innocence for my sporting hero's, lets talk about some real hero's: Sonny Crockett, Rico Tubbs, and Ricky Bobby! Both movies were good and I recommend seeing if you got some spare dough laying around. Miami Vice was not nearly as bad as I thought it would be even though Colin Farrell is 0-10 on proving he can act. The movie was too different from the show in order to really classify it as ruining the mood. It was more like an action flick that happened to be called Miami Vice with same-named characters. It did not feature re-made songs like I thought it would, and actually had some awesome new jams from one of my fav bands Audioslave which makes me heavily anticipate the release of that album in early September. Lots of cool cars, gun fights, boats, and exotic scenary. Don't rush to see it, but if you're stuck in the mall with a few spare hours to kill, you're not wasting money.

Vrrrrrooooooom!...............F!. Ha, a little inside joke for those of you who know the webpage, but not for Talladega Nights. It was a very funny movie featuring plenty of racing inspired humor. Not nearly as over-rated/over-done Blue Collar TV-esque, as I thought it would be. I wish I could remember some of the jokes, but it came at me in flurry a little too much for my vintage 1981 processor to handle. I can easily see this being my next Anchorman debacle in which I live a couple weeks in automated Talladega Nights response mode. I just have to see it like 3 more times. If you are a person who races other people in anything, you'll like Talladega Nights. If you close your eyes, you hear the exact same voice that Will Ferrell would use for George Bush back in the SNL days.

Gym Rules: Hey Ari, workout at home if you need to be instantly available 24/7. I forgot the very obvious, no cell phones rule. This is so obvious, that it took me a good 6 posts to remember. I don't know what else there is to say on this. I think people who do this know they are douchebags so its not like I convince them otherwise. Just understand that when I hock a protein rich loughey at you, you deserve it and must say "Thank you sir, may I have another"

ATTENNNNNNTION!....Poser! If you are not in the military currently, served in the past, or part of a body combat instructional group (meliss), or going way over the line in a paintball match.....No camo or dog tags allowed. You are not a soldier of fortune, a soldier of pain, or a soldier of anything by wearing military garb. You like the army?, then join and offer to get your head blown off for your country. Otherwise you look like a wanna-be punk defacing the value of your more dedicated countrymen.


PS: its peanutbutta jelly time, peanutbutta jelly time, peanutbutta jelly time


This post written while listening to: The Pretenders "The Singles"

I can feel it, coming in the air tonight........hold on

Oh baby I'm fricken' PUMPED! The unfourtunate thing is that it will invariably spoil this movie for me. There are two things wrong with it as I see it. One, they have been using re-makes of some of the classic songs. Can someone explain to me whats wrong with the originals? What's next, re-doing "Jeremy" by Pearl Jam? "Teen Spirit" by Nirvana? "..Streets..." by U2?

The second is that it is modernized for todays time period. I think they failed to realize that 99% of the Miami Vice generation still exists and loves the show as it was. Rather than take a chance on getting some new viewers and failing, why not concentrate on not spoiling it for the old ones. Miami Vice WAS the 80's, it caught lightening in a bottle from the fashion to the music to the cars and the cool city to be. You can't re-create that, you can only re-present it to the public and hope they remember how cool it was. Modernizing Miami Vice is as risky as trying to modernize "The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air". You can't re-create the enthusiasm for Lamborghini's and Cigarette Boats, because no one had ever seen them before this show. Now they are common place. Back then; there were 10 channels and rotary phones, so you could open eyes with amazment a little easier than the instant information era.

I re-watched the pilot episode and as Bill Simmons already pointed out, I still get chills when Crocket pulls over to the pay-phone to the opening riff of "In the Air Tonight" on their way to a deteriorating undercover rendezvoux and says:

"Caroline, I just gotta ask you something. Me and you, not how we are now,........but then.....it was real right?"

I'm still going to see it and hope. I think Jamie Fox and Colin Farrell are excellent choices, but I think we may be dealing with a doomed scenario.

Gym Rule: Hey Nick and Jessica, take it outside. Canoodling and baby talk makes everyone sick in 9 out of 10 situations. You're not on a crowded street, you're in the gym. So lets keep the foreplay for the bedroom before I spray lysol on you and have Capt. Bacne show you what real love is.

New blogger of the week finally posted. I like these photo blogs, they are kinda fun to look at cause reading can be a pain in the ass all day. It's a picture book for you mental midgets out there.

"Yeah Sonny, it was real"

This Post Written While Listening To: O.A.R "Risen"

The Anti-Lance

I hate to turn this into a Lance bash, but after re-watching this stage that I ended up staying home from work for to see, it had to be done. You see, it's not that I hate Lance Armstrong, I hate the character. I don't know Lance personally but I do know cycling and the tour and what an athlete is. I hate what Lance made this sport and the mindless way in which he got the masses to follow the hype. I hate that he was first and that he did it in such a way that Americans will never know what this tour is really about. He changed everything, but for the worse, and he brought America with him.

If you're a baseball fan, he's Alex Rodriguez. Except theres no NY media to rip him apart that knows what cycling is. I love that he's turned his fame into a way to raise money for cancer. I think however, that its the only great thing that he's done.

You see, Lance is a phoney winner. He won the tour so many times because he owns his own team and solely focused on the Tour. Like a child who has the only Nintendo in the neighberhood and plays super mario brothers all day and then is smug about beating you in it when he invites you over. It was amazing the first time, but even then it was a mental win. Not the type of drama a 21 day race is supposed to have. Lance won by playing with his calculator more than anyone. He deserved to win, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. Thus, the reason why everyone in Europe despises him for turning their race into a math contest instead of the rolling soap opera it used to be. The reason why the french hate him is not because he won their stupid race, but because he won it in the wrong way; with his head instead of his heart.

Today, the fans were awoken from their coma, and Floyd Landis on Stage 17 was the adrenaline shot to the heart via Pulp Fiction. On stage 16, Floyd was stricken by dehydration and got dropped back over 8 minutes from the lead. This is a tour death sentence, so much so that everyone made that the story of how unfourtunate it was the Floyd's last tour would lost in such a demoralizing manner rather than a real shot to win. You see, Floyd has a hip that is so damaged from being broken, that he needs a hip replacement after this race. As you can imagine the pain is excruciating. Did I mention that no one has come back from this surgery to continue a professional riding career? Yeah, lance was lucky to escape from cancer, no doubt, however no one would argue that he was 100% healthy when riding. No one would argue that at best Floyd is at 75%. When Floyd charged down that last descent to the finish line, after having the lead for almost 4 hours and regaining almost all of his time lost from his bonk on stage 16, the fans gasped for air, clutched the 400cc needle in their heart and let out a big "holy SHIT!"

Floyd was just plain angry. Sick of armstrongs shadow, sick of the sympathy, sick of himself, sick of playing by the "rules" laid out by the former 7 time winner. Heres why he was so different from lance. He attacked with a reckless abandon. Lance has never taken a shit without planning for it 48 hours in advance with 6 coaches, pre-planned toilet paper, flushing the toilet 5 times before he goes, and a special Lance yellow airhorn to announce that the bowel movement will begin. Floyd didn't give a cocky look back at the competition to say he was going, he didn't wait for his team mates to help him, and everyone and my grandmother didn't know he was going. Lance won by going when everyone else was weak. He never challenged anyone, just waited until they were tired and then rode away. Thus, I watched almost no tour coverage from 2002 -2005. I couldn't take the boredom of watching the peloton ride around France for a month with nothing happening in the standings. The tours would go like like this......Armstrong places 2nd, 3rd, 15, 14, 10, 20, 3rd in a mountain stage to take yellow. Then rides in the peloton for 3 weeks.

Floyd won on an attack from the main field that started from the first pedal stroke. Lance has never done that. Never shown that kind of dominance for that long. Floyd was emotionally destroyed on stage 16. There is no way that any rational athlete would think that he could do anything after your body getting ravaged by a bonk the day before. Somehow Floyd put it all behind him and rode away from the best riders in the world, by himself, for over 5 hours. When he crossed the line, he looked pissed, not happy, not lance stone faced. He raised the most tightly wound fist I have ever seen. It was beautiful. Lance's performances never made me want to cry, Floyds stage 17 did. The greatest stage I have ever seen since LeMonds time trial in 89. Some cyclist are calling it the greatest stage ever seen: a miracle. I don't know about that, but the tour is 100 years old, and I'm only 24.

Unfourtunatly, I can't bring the drama of the Tour to the masses. No one can put something with so much history and personal experience by just words on a page. It would be like trying to explain what High School is like to person who was home-schooled and vice versa. However, what I hope the 2 people who browse through this rambling can take away is that Floyd Landis returned real cycling to the fans from the grips of The Armstrong Law. Whats more fun, a guy with all the tools and physiology winning by :30 secs? Or a guy with a broken hip, disadvantged with a sub-par team, winning by :10? To me, that's a cyclist. A dashing, reckless, noble, fear-less warrior.......aka an Anti-Lance.

Now: no more cycling posts after this, I swear.

Oh Phil, you sweet little english muffin.

Ever since that phoney Lance Armstrong has left, the tour has been great. It's wide open heading into the mountains and I've finally found myself interested in this awesome event again. One of my hero's from the past is this guy on the left. Italian super sprinter Mario Cippolini. He's He actually holds the record for most Tour stage wins. However, he may be the best styled athlete of all time. Which is why I really respect him still even though he retired about a year ago. If you ever wonder why I wear crazy stuff when I work out and care more about how I look then, than at a wedding (even my own someday), he is the reason why. He was like a rolling fashion show; the bikes, the outfits, the sunglasses, he had it all. He's nafarious for breaking uniform regulations (bet your surprised to find out they have them), but when he would suddenly come stamping out of a about 150 riders in a straight away you knew it was over. I am comfortable enough in my own sexuality to say he may be the most attractive man I have ever seen. I wish I could quit you Mario. Anyway, here are some other pics of "The Lion King". #1, #2, #3, #4, #5, #6, #7. Hes the real missed rider on the tour that retired, not Lance Over-hypedstrong. Mario was vain and pompous and he wasn't ashamed to be that way and show it in the way he rode and dressed. Lance thought he was a humble warrior when the opposite was true.

Although Mario is gone, there is one tour figure that still is performing at the top of his game. Sweet Phil Ligget. He might be the best announcer and play by play man in sports. So much so, that he is the only choice for anything done on two wheels. I can't tell you how many naps sweet phil has caused me on the weekends while I watch the tour, only to gently wake me up with his voice somehow when things get interesting.

Now, hopefully I can reconstruct what little faith you have in my hetero-ness with this smokin hot pic.....Better? No, don't thank me, thank Rebecca.

You know what would be the coolest thing? If there was a surprise national holiday. A long weekend that would be released on a Thursday at 5pm to the public by the president. Just a random weekend that no one would know about. Kind of like an adult snow day. Wouldn't that be cool? Vote for S.Vincent in '08.

Gym Rule: Hey Arnold, no posing till you get some muscle. This especially goes for parts that you have take clothes off to reveal. The number one offender on this is abs. Some fart knockers with one ab feel the need to show it off while he is doing bench press inbetween sets. Put your effin dough away pillsbury boy. You got a mirror at home that you can bop your bishop to, you're grossing the rest of us out with your lack of any discernable definition.

Late edit: I just noticed that Jason Giambi, Barry Bonds, Mark McGwire, and Rafeal Palmero all wear number 25. Is that way too coincidental or what?


This post written while listening to: Elliot Smith "XO"

Back to Back To Back AAU National Champions

I'm not even going to explain this if you don't know what it is. But for those who do, can you imagine any better statement to entice you to buy something than this? I don't even coach this sport and I want to buy it because it might have the secret to world peace, the location of the holy grail, and whether or not Lindsay Lohan got a boob job or not all in one video. Plus, The crime dog endorses it. I'm not even going to ask how much, my soul you say? So be it, I need this video.

I know this is a time for Americans to be American and eat apple pie with melted slices of american cheese on it and shoot guns and slander politicians, foreign countries, religous figures or whatever it is that an American is supposed to do, but I may have to throw a few malicious words at the worst state of the union.....New Jersey.

I know I know, its not that bad (as people from NJ would say) but when you come from the best area in the entire world, NJ seems so fricken annoying. I have to travel down there a lot because our major supplier for my company is located there. Just getting on the exit is a sign that (as my homey friends would say) "shitt is effed up holmes". It's the type of exit that the right hand lane just becomes the NJ turnpike and you can bet your pink slip that some drunk old lady (aka: anyone with a yellow plate) is going to come flying there at the last second and/or swerve out of it at the last second. When you cross the state line (Welcome to the Garden State!) you can feel that your life just took a step down the evoloutionary ladder. It's like when you find yourself eating food off the floor or watching an original MTV program; one of those self reflecting "its come down to this?" type moments.

Speaking of NJ, when is it going to take responsibility for the fact that it's foster child, Long Island, has been mooching of us for too long now. I know we agreed to take it off your hands for a little while so NJ could maybe clean itself up, get off the drugs and get a job, but its obvious that NJ is hopeless. So take your delinquint mutt back already, its obvious it doesn't belong to NY. (I got this pic while searching for pics of LI, you can't make this stuff up, its really LI)

New Gym Rule: If Droz was a member, he would tell you "Don't be that guy". The t-shirt that the gym gave you has no place on your body while you are at the gym that gave it to you. It's to be a last resort t-shirt only. Like, if all your other clothes have asbestos fibers on them. Try to be original for once in your life and pretend like this isn't your first time inside a gym, have some class.

This Post Written While Listening to: My Morning Jacket "At Dawn"

I got more legs than a bucket of chicken

No, I haven't been back on my wing kick, I just like that statement.....cause I do.....NOT. Anyway, it's becoming tougher and tougher to come up with witty and appropriate titles (read: tit-lees, hahahaha), but I will not give up just yet. It's just going to take a little extra effort, like Nicole Kidman moving from frumpy in Days of Thunder and Far and Away to; knock out in movies like The Interpreter.

If someone in customer service whips out a forced Ma'am or Sir. That's a codeword for "bitch" and "asshole".

I recently saw a commercial for clip on teeth. Have we gotten that self-conscious and lazy that we need clip on teeth now? It looks disgusting and if I catch someone with the clip on teeth, I am going to yell to the tree-tops and expose you.

you phoney

Speaking of phoney. Is it just me or are the make-up counters incredibly weird. I have no idea what the eff is up with those places. I've never really thought about it, but now that I have; I went down to the court and got a restraining order for myself for 100 yards. Not even mentioning the weirdo girls that work there. Unfourtunatly, I don't think I have the literary skills to capture this oddity, but maybe if you take a minute to analyze the next time you walk by, you'll be able to realize it too. The counters are a mixture of televangelist , plastic surgeons, and circus. They provide the belief, the ability, a little bit of tantilizing whackyness and viola!, a make-up counter.

Dove Bar: a type of Ice Cream and Soap, but never confuse the two.

Like everyone else, I hate doing stuff over and over. Cleaning things is anoying to me. I do it because I have to, but every once and a while, I'd like to get a break from laundry. Newman reveals why mailmen go crazy; "because the mail never stops!", I use this theory with laundry. I always have to wear clothes and always have to wash them. It's not like dishes, because you can always have disposable plates/order in. Wouldn't it be nice if there were disposable clothes? Shouldn't there be? And if there were, would my mom try to wash and save them like she does with all the disposable plates?

Just cause its a great word: muff

For all the sports fans out there. Can we get a petition togethor for Fox to put rat poisen in Joe Buck's coffee? I would say the petition should be for his resignation, but he would just find work on some other network to annoy the crap out of everyone. I am so sick of his self-righteous crap. He never played sports and he needs to keep his opinions concerning player and manager behaviour to himself. I know his dad was an announcer too, but he didn't suck. Anyway, I hate games called by him and if I ever see him, he can expect to be tackled and made to chain smoke until we have to remove his larynx.

Gym Rule: Listen; I know the spin classes are a good workout and I respect them. However, Lance does not do spin classes and he wouldn't walk around the gym in his bike shoes. If you want to do spin, great, but keep your bike shorts and shoes in the classroom or out in the road, and not in the weightroom. If you were a real cyclist, you'd be out on your bike and not in the classroom. Grow up.

Post Written while listening to: ESPN's "Baseball Tonight" (I don't have iTunes on the home comp yet)

Apocolypse: Now

It was a scorcher for Fathers Day here in the Hudson Valley. That means work on Monday is kill yourself day for me. I can't quite explain what it's like; the only thing I could compare it to would be an emergency room during the apocolypse. You can't prepare for it like a pizza place for a super bowl; because you have no idea when the first really hot day of the year is going to be. Anyway, the procedure for these kind of days is "Never let them see you cry". This is South Clinton St. creedo for both the prostitutes and the heating and cooling company. It means you treat everything as no big deal and let them scream at you while you calmly yes and ok them until their brain hemorhages with senior citizen rage. Some people take their AC way too seriously and they usually don't understand that A) you're the 500th person that has called for service today B) We only have 3 people to fix AC and at average1 hour per call, thats a 24 call limit, if we are lucky C) you're not going to die. Anyway, there is only two ways I have fun in this job: I can either have fun helping people who really appreciate help, or I can power trip on you by refusing to give service to someone watch you squirm for disrespecting me. It's up to you as you can see, either way I'm getting paid and going to have a good time.

I find it a little weird that wherever the Yankees go, the Yankees suck chant follows. Started in Boston (obviously) other teams have picked it up and use it. What I don't get, is that the opposing fans don't get that YANKEES FANS LOVE IT. Why are they always in your heads? Do you go to sleep thinking about them too? Do you prey to God about smiting the Yankees before the health of your Grandparents? It's weird. Seriously, all it shows is that the opposing fans are insecure about themselves and would rather make a weak attempt to taunt us, rather than focus on their own team. If they really want to disturb the Yankees, pretend they don't bother you. Little inside tip: attention is fun and enjoyable and whether it's good attention or bad attention, it is motivational. I think this chant is started by the band wagon/casual fans of teams (even in Boston) so I think the die-hards understood my point before I made it. It's still weird though. (Tonight: the philthy philly phans started it in the 5th inning when the phillies had the lead, now the yankees have a 2-run lead in the bottom of the 8th, who sucks?)

I recently acquired a sweet computer for The Dugout, as I like to call it. Its way nicer than I could afford and I have to give some big ups to my mom and her job perks for acquiring it for me. If I ever get published, I will acknowledge her and her boss in the book. Hopefully this means more blogs, but it probably doesn't. It certainly means more nudey pics and Fantasy Baseball.

Under the headline of "Who Hired this Guy?"; The recent TV advertising campaign for Kentucky Fried Chicken, uses the background music of Leonard Skynard's "Sweet Home Alabama" Did they think no one would notice it and just like it for its appropriate southern country twang?

It's pie...and chips.....for free

Just thought I would include a little picture of S.Clinton St. for you guys who love Po-Vegas so much. The herion addicts car is that blue station wagon on the right and a new item in the back is a big wheel. Which is great for 4 year olds to escape from the police.

It's a very nice day here in the Hudson Valley and that means that the local tend to get a little rowdy round these parts. A big whiff of summer time air in PK usually includes the slight tang of Mace fumes.

Got a few more gym rules for you.....

7: Leave your make-up case at home: You don't look cute, you look like a non funny clown.

8: If you think you look foolish, you're right: This is kind of vague and general, but if you're doing a class that has you skipping and clapping and dancing and you feel kind of stupid but think its okay because everyone else is doing it........you're wrong. You look like an idiot.

8a: Hey Bill Nye, you're not the science guy: Don't do exercises that you have never seen anyone else do or that you've never seen in a book/magazine, unless you have over 10 years of experience. Like rule 8, if you think you look foolish, you're right. This also goes for PT exercises which come from the depths of idiocy to keep you paying 100 bucks a session for "original groundbreaking techniques"

I was sure that when the creator of Calvin and Hobbes retired, he would be back sooner or later. But that was like 10 years ago now. I really miss that cartoon and The Far Side as well. I used to have books of their comics. Am I the only one that thinks that those two comics were huge back in the day and that comics have been useless since? Why is that? Am I not paying attention as much as I used to or is it just that there is no reason to anymore? All I know is I used to love my far side calender for the year that I got every x-mas and tearing off a new comic everyday.

Yankee Fans: A-Rod sucks but I had him on my fantasy team for his stats, not his clutch hitting. Now he is doing neither, so i will join you in the boo parade. Isn't Bernie Williams the best? Not baseball player, I'm talkin about handshake/slap guy. He's got a different one for everybody on the team and my favorite is with Johnny Damon in which they both do a little jig that looks like they ride a horse. Downright hilarious. I also love when bernie slides in the field or on a base when he pops back up with the stylish flair. Jason Giambi homers are the best because you get to see the un-coordinated Jason home-run trot. Why is he always soaking wet? Does he take showers inbetween innings and not dry himself off? Either way, those two guys are the best and I'm glad they are here to stay.

This post written while listening to: INXS "Kick"